I am still sick. Actually, I'm getting checked for pneumonia either tomorrow or monday. My throat hurts so FUCKING MUCH! It hurts to swallow, which super blows. I wonder if I whined enough to a doctor if I could get some insane painkiller stuff? that'd be sweet. And I have no voice and it hurts to swallow. And breathe. I just want to cuddle up with somebody and watch movies and not talk. agha.
Went to a poetry night the other night. It was fucking A. Such awesome poetry, like Leonard Cohen and Mingus Tourette, etc. and there were original poems as well. And everybody was drinking red wine and smoking the green, and it was very bohemian and sweet. I was out until 5:30. All super sick. Oh yeah. I RULE! <3 <3
Tonight, I pretty much just bounced around with my friend Jill. We went and smoked abit, then went to this hippie cafe. It's walls are dark red, and there's leather couches, and coffee tables and chess boards and poetry books scattered everywhere. Dark lighting. Live music on some nights. Sexy as hell. and then we went into the back of the hippie cafe with our friend Clare who's one of the waitresses, and smoked more with the staff. Then we left, and made an appearance at a very dead party, then we went back to the cafe, smoked abit more and bopped around, then I came home, and here I am!
Have an assignment due Tuesday that I haven't started, and don't want to do. Anybody want to do a 3 page thesis-style essay on the ancient divination the 'Yijing'? Which is completely unrealistic because I have to perform the ritual, read the meanings, and interpret them. I hate interpretation assignments. For some reason, although it's obviously an opinion piece, I somehow ALWAYS have the wrong opinion. It's kind of bullshit.
Gotta talk with the boy. Things have been shit for a while, and I have to talk to him. I've actually been wanting to break up, but whenever I see him, I'm reminded of how much I love the fuck. But it's a useless relationship, and I'm not treated well, so although it's gonna hurt, I've got to do something. Fucking sucks. I don't want to deal with this shit.
Well, now that I've talked competely too much, I am going to go, because I feel like shit. Hope all is good in everyone elses worlds.
Went to a poetry night the other night. It was fucking A. Such awesome poetry, like Leonard Cohen and Mingus Tourette, etc. and there were original poems as well. And everybody was drinking red wine and smoking the green, and it was very bohemian and sweet. I was out until 5:30. All super sick. Oh yeah. I RULE! <3 <3
Tonight, I pretty much just bounced around with my friend Jill. We went and smoked abit, then went to this hippie cafe. It's walls are dark red, and there's leather couches, and coffee tables and chess boards and poetry books scattered everywhere. Dark lighting. Live music on some nights. Sexy as hell. and then we went into the back of the hippie cafe with our friend Clare who's one of the waitresses, and smoked more with the staff. Then we left, and made an appearance at a very dead party, then we went back to the cafe, smoked abit more and bopped around, then I came home, and here I am!
Have an assignment due Tuesday that I haven't started, and don't want to do. Anybody want to do a 3 page thesis-style essay on the ancient divination the 'Yijing'? Which is completely unrealistic because I have to perform the ritual, read the meanings, and interpret them. I hate interpretation assignments. For some reason, although it's obviously an opinion piece, I somehow ALWAYS have the wrong opinion. It's kind of bullshit.
Gotta talk with the boy. Things have been shit for a while, and I have to talk to him. I've actually been wanting to break up, but whenever I see him, I'm reminded of how much I love the fuck. But it's a useless relationship, and I'm not treated well, so although it's gonna hurt, I've got to do something. Fucking sucks. I don't want to deal with this shit.
Well, now that I've talked competely too much, I am going to go, because I feel like shit. Hope all is good in everyone elses worlds.
My throat hurts too.
I love how you describe your b/f dilemma. "how much I love the fuck..." Maybe this is an argument for fucking someone you don't care about, so you won't be trapped? Just a weird thought.
yes, sex withsomeone you don't care about is an intriguing concept...I like you tend to befriend people I have sex with, or put a lot of emotions into it....but then there's "the fuck"--a pure and simple pursuit of pleasure...I've started to wonder if it might be less complicated that way!